We were like candles.
We saw a spark between us
It lit up something inside us.
However the spark got dim.
Yours got dim.
My candle was still standing up high,
Yours melted faster than my.
It melted so low,
The spark was almost gone,
In the moment it was the prettiest,
It's sparkle wend out,
and made the lonely candle feel hideous.
-floatyyx
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Poetry and small stories
PoesíaPoetry. Poems about life, love, happiness, sadness, everything. Short stories. A little view into my life? into what WE know?
